Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 16, 2009 18:05:08 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
north beach was the little italy of san francisco as well as devon's favorite place in the entire city. he couldn't help but find himself in that part of the city, smelling the scents of italian food and the distant smell of the ocean. he was drawn to the small few blocks wedged between union street and chinatown. on this particular evening he was drawn to the quaint restaurants of north beach for a specific reason, italian food was that reason.
the idea of italian food had popped into his head while he was speaking with friends in a chat box. recently it seemed as if he was picking up pregnancy cravings from holden. the two would go crazy over cravings together late at night. there was a real disorder in which men around pregnant women become so sympathetic they get the symptoms of pregnancy, normally the men who got this disorder was the father of the child though. the more time that devon spent with holden the more he felt a connect to her and her kid. he joked with her about the name of baby and the future basketball career of her child's. it felt like he was the father making plans for his child half the time.
little italy was starting to get crisp with the cool autumn air as devon walked down one of san francisco's hilly streets. he weaved his way through person after person trying not to get into anyone's way. he was looking off into the distance, trying to reed the name of the pizza shop on the corner when he ran into someone. "sorry." he mumbled under her breathe out of habit. he looked around to see who he hit and looked up to a familiar face. one he hadn't seen in awihle.
TAGGED ! issy
WORDS ! not enough. next will be longer.
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! sup?
